Ending Maker Chapter 263

Sicilia was short of breath as she ran.

She was truly baffled with the present situation, but she knew that they had been attacked.

The Dragonflights and wyverns suffered heavy casualties from the attack of the battleships, and a thousand humans had landed on the island, making their way through the orcs and goblins.

So instead of fighting the humans with Orga, Sicilia ran straight towards the center of the island, or to be exact, towards Malekith's resting place located underground.

'Lord Malekith!'

There was only a day left until Malekith was fully resurrected.

The 'Dragon Sleep' that Malekith fell into in the first place was a magic ritual, so the number of days required was quite significant, but that did not mean it was impossible to completely wake him up.

She had to wake up Malekith.

She had to resurrect the ancient Black Dragon, a godlike existence, to overcome their current crisis!

The situation was urgent.

It was hard to think about anything else because she was in a hurry.

Nevertheless, Sicilia looked back. She screamed just before she passed through the door leading to Malekith's resting place.

“General Orga!”

The strongest of Malekith's children.

Dragon General Orga was the one who led the Dragonflights.

He was only a regular Adult Dragon and not an ancient Black Dragon, but he was an unrivalled figure among them.

His body length was close to 40 meters, and his physical abilities such as strength and agility were twice as that of an ordinary Adult Dragon. In addition to the powerful magic weapons bestowed to him by Malekith and his excellent sense of combat, his fighting power was unparalleled even among all the dragons under Malekith.

But such an Orga, the dragon general who led the Dragonflights, was…

Booom!

Orga's massive body fell and struck the ground. The shock he received from the aftermath was enough to blow away his consciousness in an instant.

“Uuugh…”

Orga groaned and raised his head.

He opened his eyes to find the man he had seen just before he crashed.

But there was nothing in sight.

And it was very natural for that to be so.

At a close distance from him.

On the ground and not in the sky.

There was a small human, but far too large by human standards, who was running towards him.

He fiercely smiled and leapt as he clenched his fist.

A human rushing bare-handed towards a giant dragon.

It defied common sense so much that Orga blankly stared at him without realizing it.

He could not directly connect with the present reality the fact that the human in front of him was the one who brought him down, or to be exact, brought him down with just a kick.

It wasn't Orga's fault.

Orga was a rational dragon.

Unlike his hasty and ferocious brothers and sisters, he was an intelligent being who could make cold and calm judgments and knew what common sense was at the same time.

That was why he couldn't help but be even more perplexed by the sight in front of him.

Because it was a human.

Because it was a very weak existence that could be squashed and killed if he trampled it!

Bang!

The fist of the man, Landius, destroyed Orga's magic barrier. The barrier was something that could block any kind of physical force, but it was shattered so naturally like that.

Because it was fist of Landius and not just anyone else.

“F-f*cking crazy!”

But because of that, Orga came to his senses and cursed before he spread the barrier again. The barrier was much stronger than the previous magic barrier he had unconsciously deployed.

But it was useless. The barrier was destroyed with a loud roar like before. It was by Landius' fist again.

“Uoooo!”

Having broken magic barriers in succession, Landius soared from the ground. Towards Orga's head.

Orga quickly moved his head and spread his wings at the same time. He was planning to somehow dodge this attack and then fly up to widen their distance.

And his plan became reality to some extent. Because he was able to dodge by a hair's breadth the charge of Landius who had soared like a flash of light.

But it wasn't perfect.

The moment Orga thought that he had avoided the attack by moving his head sideways, Landius turned his body around. He suddenly turned in the air and kicked Orga in the face instead of punching him.

“Gaaaah!”

Orga's jaw turned. No, it was beyond that as his huge body collapsed in the direction of the kick.

The kick was so strong that Landius who did the attack was almost sent flying away due to the repulsive force.

“Uuugh… guu…”

It wasn't just a headache. Orga couldn't breathe properly. He didn't even know if his facial bones were broken.

“Kaaahk.”

Orga spit out the blood that had pooled in his mouth and reflexively flapped his wings.

His actions were close to a survival instinct and not a fighting instinct.

Boom!

Landius who had been thrown back kicked the ground again. Orga also jumped and flapped his wings.

But he didn't have enough time and distance to completely escape. So Orga opened his mouth in a hurry to let out a hastily-made Dragon Breath.

Fuwaaaaaa!

A black beam of light.

A powerful force that destroyed everything in its way, but it was the wrong choice. It would have been better if he had breathed fire.

Whaam!

Landius punched the Dragon Breath. He struck the black beam of light with his fist wrapped in a golden aura, breaking it instead of changing its direction. He narrowed his distance between Orga by spurring on the ground as he made his way through the fragments of the Dragon Breath.

Orga felt fear.

He couldn't help it.

There was a human who could break his shield and destroy his Dragon Breath with just their bare fists.

No, was that person even a human in the first place?

He found the man interesting, but didn't have the time to ponder more.

Orga's desperate flapping of his wings somehow raised his altitude. He had thought that if he headed high in the sky, he could somehow distance himself from Landius who ran and leapt with a human's legs.

But the moment he had thought that.

At the time when Landius was directly under his feet due to him desperately flapping his wings.

“Seraphim's Wings.”

Landius whispered low.

He activated the magic device he was wearing on his back.

Shiiiing-!

Beautiful silver wings spread out behind Landius' back.

An ancient treasure that gave its user the ability to fly.

“C-crazy?!”

An item?

That monstrous b*stard even uses items?

This was in fact normal.

Humans were beings that used tools.

So Orga had never seen anyone attack a dragon without any weapons or items.

But the present situation was different.

It was so absurd that his body trembled.

“Damn it!”

He cursed and cast an attack magic as soon as he could, but it was too late.

His distance from Landius, who had spread his silver wings, had already been reduced.

“Aaaaaah!”

At the time Orga screamed.

Landius' palm touched Orga's chest. A golden flash of light that resembled the sun dug into Orga's chest.

Booooom!

With a roar, Orga fell headfirst towards the ground.

It was a truly magnificent sight, but Kamael didn't even look at it. Because in Kamael's mind, it was a very natural fact for Landius to be victorious.

Therefore, Kamael focused on eliminating the wyverns in front of him. More than half of the wyverns were gone due to the fleet's barrage, but their number was still quite high.

“Sir Kamael! The fleet!”

Kajsa who was nearby shouted at that moment as she pointed to the shore.

Dragons and wyverns could be seen flying above the elite southern troops that had landed and began fighting.

They were clearly targeting the fleet that was reloading their cannons.

But Kamael didn't look at them this time either.

Because it was something very obvious.

Anyone could naturally predict that the defenseless fleet would be targeted the moment they reloaded their cannons.

That was why they also prepared a countermeasure to that.

It was a very simple yet foul measure.

“Break them! Destroy them!”

The dragons of the Dragonflights held their breaths after giving order to the wyverns. It was to destroy the fleet with their Dragon Breaths.

But right after they shouted that, the dragons were forced to open their eyes widely.

“Dive quickly!”

“Reload under the sea!”

Unrealistic commands became a reality.

After the bombardment, the battleships dived to avoid the attack and reloaded under the sea for real.

“Crazy humans!”

Some of the dragons fired their Dragon Breaths, but it was useless.

Because it was almost impossible to properly fire at the battleships that hid under the sea.

Furthermore, it was a problem that they didn't have any other ways to attack the fleet once they had dived like that.

“Wicked b*stards!”

Galant, a veteran of the Dragonflights, let out curses.

Because the actions of the humans were truly wicked.

But the real problem was that their wickedness was different.

When Galant cursed at the battleships that dived under the sea, three of the twenty-seven battleships mobilized for this battle rose from the sea at a distance. The battleships fired at Galant and his siblings who were flying above the battleships that had sunk under the sea.

“Galant! Dodge!”

“What?”

By the time Galant turned his gaze, the cannonballs had already been fired. Galant barely escaped death by hurriedly spreading his magic, but not for the wyverns around him.

“Dive! Dive right now!”

Hit and run.

The battleships were grouped into twos and threes as they repeatedly fired their cannons and dived afterwards.

The battleships took turns in attacking the dragons, so it was hard for the dragons to properly attack them, whether it was because the battleships were far away or because the battleships had a pre-determined order in attacking.

“Gaaah! Wicked b*stards!”

Such a situation didn't happen at the time before Malekith fell asleep.

At the present, a single battleship could fire more than 40 cannons at once. In addition, the firepower of the cannons now was incomparable to the cannons three hundred years ago.

“Humans! Target the humans who have landed!”

Galant commanded his few remaining siblings and wyverns to change their attack targets.

He intended to crush and trample the humans who were fighting on the ground against the orcs and goblins.

'Things are different on the ground!'

From the standpoint of humans, they couldn't recklessly fire their cannons to the ground because their allies were mixed in with the enemies.

Therefore, after landing on the ground, Galant swung his tail and spewed fire to wipe out the humans.

But just before he could put that into practice.

Galant faced 'that.'

The wickedness of a human that knew no end.

Count Kagehama was a man with common sense.

He did not issue a command to fire at the dragons and wyverns that were mixed in with their allied troops.

And it was the same with Marquis Ophand.

Even in their dreams, it was unimaginable for these two to fire the cannons over the heads of their allies, saying that it was all for their victory.

So the human wickedness Galant witnessed did not originate from these two.

A black-hearted person.

Jude was sprinting like lightning, but suddenly stopped his steps instead of infiltrating the building Sicilia had gone in. Because Cordelia had hurriedly grabbed his neck.

“Cordelia?”

“Now! Just now!”

What are you suddenly talking about?

He couldn't look at her in the eyes because she was on his back, so she could have solved it by just talking, but Cordelia was too excited to do that.

“I mean, that! Ah, whatever! Just wait for a while!”

She shouted before putting her hands in her pocket while still being carried by Jude on his back, and then pulled out an object.

A trinket with a gem that was glowing gold.

It was clearly something that did not shine yesterday, so they had given up on it. But at this very moment, it had begun to shine.

Jude's eyes widened.

Cordelia had a big smile and raised the trinket high.

Because she had to use things the moment they could be used.

Cordelia remembered the expired strawberry cake she was trying to save but had forgotten about, so she shouted without any hesitation.

“Velkian! Help!”

Necromancer Velkian.

He had said that they could summon him anytime and anywhere once the gem began to glow.

The gem absorbed Cordelia's mana. The ancient magic tool then created a huge spatial door in the air.

“What's the matter?”

A calm voice that did not match the battlefield.

Velkian, who was dressed in his usual outfit that was like a plague doctor with a beak mask, crossed the spatial door and asked, but instead of giving a long explanation, Cordelia pointed to the sky.

“Landius?”

Velkian blinked his eyes that were hidden by the mask.

And he soon found Kamael and Lena too.

He was surprised at the battlefield where not only humans, orcs, and goblins were present as there were dragons and wyverns too. But he did not reveal his feelings.

Because he understood why he was summoned from the current situation alone.

Three hundred years ago, the evil dragon Malekith and his Dragonflights caused many massacres and tragedies in the south.

He did not know what happened before and after, but there was no reason for him to not lend his hand in the fight against these monsters.

“Please!”

When Cordelia shouted again, Velkian nodded his head and immediately cast his death magic. By reciting complex incantations, he cast a powerful ancient magic to this world.

It was not the summoning technique he used in the royal capital.

Instead of summoning a Death Knight and raising numerous skeletal soldiers, he used another magic.

“Arise, my servants.”

Undead creation.

Raising dead bodies was, in a way, the basic skill of necromancers.

But the caster was none other than Velkian.

Moreover, there were plenty of high-quality materials lying around now.

Kugugugugugugu-!

They raised themselves up one by one with an astounding sound.

They spread their torn and broken wings as they roared.

“Keuaaaaa!”

Dragons and wyverns that were defeated by the cannon fire.

They were reborn.

Because of Velkian's magic, they were granted a new life, or rather, a false life.

Zombie dragons raised their bodies and let out horrifying screams.

Undead wyverns that only had half their bodies flew up.

Velkian looked at them with a cold and subdued expression as he ordered them with the Tiara of Life on his head.

“Attack.”

Attack your brothers and sisters whom you share the same blood.

Those who were their allies until just now.

The undead obeyed Velkian's ruthless command. They exposed their teeth and claws towards the surviving Dragonflights.

“Wow.”

Cordelia was in awe while Jude was also in a daze for a moment.

Because the sight of dozens of dragons and zombie dragons colliding in the sky and on the ground was like a myth in itself.

Even the humans and goblins who were fighting each other forgot the enemies in front of them for a while and watched the dragons fight.

“Go.”

Velkian suddenly said.

Because with his abundant combat experience, he understood that Jude and Cordelia had another mission.

“We'll be going then.”

Cordelia's eyes lit up as she hugged Jude's neck, while Jude quietly replied before kicking the ground again.

To the island's underground.

They rushed towards Malekith's resting place.

Chapter end